The BLTS Archive - Savoir-Faire
by RvrendJim (rvrendjim@aol.com)

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Kathryn Janeway pinched the bridge of her nose and massaged gently, a
blatantly ineffective attempt to evict the dull ache that had taken
up residence somewhere behind her eyes. The throbbing pain slowly
spread throughout her overworked body, twisting her shoulder muscles
into knots, making her joints cry out in supplication...  pleading
helplessly for an end to the punishment a long day had inflicted.

Monthly reports littered her ready-room desk; engineering... stellar
cartography... security... mess hall... Stacks and stacks of data
padds demanded her attention, begging but a few moments of her
precious time for acknowledgment... approval.

The captain sighed wearily, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee that had
about as much impact on her sour mood as her ill fated massage.
Paperwork. So much of her time was consumed with paperwork. Years ago
-more than she cared to acknowledge- when Admiral Paris had first
suggested she redirect her career track with an eye toward command,
he had neglected to mention how many of her days would be spent
sitting behind a desk going over progress reports.

And it was probably just as well, Kathryn supposed wistfully. One
glimpse at the workload that would await her and she would have stuck
with the sciences, destined to spend the rest of her days a junior
officer... not an unpleasant fate, true, but one that held less
appeal now that she had gotten a taste of command.

Of course... had she stuck with science, she never would have met
B'Elanna Torres.

A welcome smile played across Kathryn's lips, lifting her spirits for
the first time all day. The familiar warmth of contentment she had
come to know and cherish washed over her, a gentle wave of relief...
passion... hunger... desire... a myriad of feelings, all rolled into
one neatly wrapped Klingon package. Her need for B'Elanna was
absolute... and nearly overwhelming. There were times -late at the
night when the burdens of command kept her awake- that she would prop
herself up and just stare at B'Elanna, stroking her hair... caressing
her cheek... sighing quietly while she admired the way the starlight
played across those human/Klingon features. Looking down upon that
sleeping face could make even the most dire of problems disappear in
a puff of smoke.

Kathryn tossed aside the padd in her hand. The reports could wait.
There was nothing in them so pressing that she couldn't put off
working on them until tomorrow. She pushed herself up from her desk,
crossing the room in only a few strides, barely giving the doors
enough time to open before brusquely moving past them. No one on the
bridge paid her much more than a passing glance as she made her way
to the turbolift and stepped inside.

It seemed like forever before she was crossing the threshold into her
quarters.

Kathryn sensed something was different before she actually became
consciously aware of it. The lights had been dimmed to half
illumination, casting a pleasant shadow across the room.  In the air
was the faintest whiff of incense... just a touch... delicate,
sensual... like a feather, teasing her... ticking her. Music,
unfamiliar though lovely, played softly overheard.

"B'Elanna?" Kathryn called.

The briefest moment came and went before a sweet and tender voice
called to her from the bedroom. "I'll be out in a minute, hon.  Just
pour yourself a glass of wine and have a seat."

"Can I have *your* seat?" Kathryn teased.

A giggle wafted into the living room. "Maybe. If you're good. Just
pour the wine, would you? I have a little surprise for you."

"Huzzah, " Kathryn smiled. She turned, getting her bearings, and
found a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket on the table. A single
long stemmed crystal wine glass sat beside it. Kathryn lifted her
eyebrows in thoughtful surprise. Just one glass? Wasn't B'Elanna
going to join her? Maybe her fiendish Klingon lover planned to get
her drunk, then have her way with her.

Fine by me, Kathryn smirked. She opened the bottle of wine, an exotic
alien brew they'd finagled from a passing merchant ship, and poured
herself a generous amount before retreating to her favorite chair
with a sigh. She kicked off her boots, resting stockinged feet on
their newly acquired glass cocktail table.

It had taken time, but slowly what had once been her quarters had
been transformed into *their* quarters. The changes were subtle, one
piece at a time... a picture, a vase, an out of control potted plant
nestled in the corner looking diffident and in need of water.
Slowly...  steadily... the transformation had taken place, two women
so used to living alone finding common ground and making a home
together on a ship soaring through the uncharted spatial waters of
the Delta Quadrant.

It was perfect.

"Hello... Kathryn...  "

Kathryn looked up, gasping... nearly choking on a mouthful of wine.
B'Elanna was standing in the doorway, clothed only in a red silk
kimono fastened loosely around her midsection with a wide, black
sash. It was open slightly, revealing a scandalous glimpse of bare
breast. The garment -obviously new, since Kathryn had never before
lain eyes on it and surely would have remembered if she had- was cut
short, almost comically so, and whenever B'Elanna lifted her arms the
skimpy red fabric would hike up past her waist to expose the thick
patch of hair between her legs, a furry mound that Kathryn now saw
was neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle.

Kathryn swallowed hard, taking a generous sip of wine to calm
herself. B'Elanna smiled then, obviously pleased with the reaction
her appearance had elicited. She moved closer... slowly, ever so
slowly.. closer... closer... hips swaying in the most delectable way
imaginable. Kathryn felt her pulse quicken... heart thumping against
the wall of her chest. Warmth suffused her, blushing her cheeks,
making the hair on her neck and arms -and some other places, too-
stand up on end as if coming to attention. She could feel B'Elanna's
heat even at a distance, radiating like the heat of million suns...
the fire burning out of control, beckoning her closer... a moth to a
flame...

Kathryn nearly jumped from her seat when she felt B'Elanna's hand on
her shoulder... settling down again when B'Elanna planted that
shapely backside in her lap. Arms encircled her neck, firm and
reassuring, an embrace Kathryn had no difficulty melting into as
B'Elanna bent down to kiss her. Their lips met of their own volition,
gently at first... then with more hunger, parting slightly... opening
wider, much wider, devouring one another with ravenous hunger...
slowly, languidly, the intensity building to a frenzied crescendo
until a whimper of astonishment escaped Kathryn's lips.

Still clutching her wine glass in disbelief, Kathryn eased her free
hand inside B'Elanna's kimono, pushing aside the sheer fabric to cup
a breast. The flesh was warm... familiar... soft and delicate, and,
she knew from experience, quite delicious. She massaged the supple
mound of flesh, squeezing playfully as her fingers rolled a shriveled
nipple to stiff erection.

B'Elanna moaned, a sound so exquisite that Kathryn nearly burst into
tears. She kissed her way down B'Elanna's face, wanting to hear
more... needing to hear more. Kathryn licked and nipped B'Elanna's
lips... her chin... her neck... sucking playfully on the soft skin of
the other woman's throat as she continued to knead B'Elanna's ample
bosom with the butt of her palm. B'Elanna fidgeted restlessly in her
lap, the sounds she made growing more urgent...  desperate, the
wanting... the needing... the yearning... out of control, spiraling
downward... downward...

Kathryn gave a muffled cry when B'Elanna pulled back, her breathing
ragged... her face flushed with arousal. B'Elanna neatly plucked the
wine glass from her hand, raising it to wet and slightly swollen lips
where it rested for the briefest of moments while she swirled her
tongue around the rim. She drank slowly, deliberately, not a single
movement wasted. Kathryn took advantage of the moment, slowly
bringing her other hand -once encumbered, now free to explore that
glorious body- to a rest between B'Elanna's legs, her fingers quickly
tangled in the furry growth she found there.

Her touch made B'Elanna whimper once more. Shifting her weight
slightly, B'Elanna put the glass to Kathryn lips... an offer Kathryn
eagerly accepted. She downed what little wine was left, her eyes
never straying from B'Elanna's steely gaze... her hand never straying
from B'Elanna's hot, wet sex.

B'Elanna eased herself out of the embrace, rolling to her feet with
the grace of a ballerina. Kathryn resisted the urge to pout as she
watched B'Elanna set the wine glass down on the table. B'Elanna
turned to face her again, a smile creeping onto her lips. Kathryn
licked her own lips, practically giddy with anticipation.

Slowly... god, she moved so slowly!... B'Elanna undid the sash around
her middle, pulling it free completely. She gingerly slid the kimono
off her shoulders, letting the red fabric pool around her feet.  The
sash was still in her hand. Kathryn kept an eye on the sash for the
longest time... head spinning from a mixture of arousal and wine and
B'Elanna's discernible musk.

B'Elanna grabbed the ends of the sash, holding it taut. She rubbed it
across her breasts, teasing the rock-hard nipples for Kathryn's
entertainment... and Kathryn was loving ever minute of it, watching
the show unfold before her through a lustful haze. B'Elanna slid the
black silk sash across her body with a back and forth motion,
dragging the lucky piece of fabric across her thighs... up her
midriff.. then across her breasts again. . Kathryn caught B'Elanna's
gaze and held it, knowing what would happen next... wanting so very
badly for it to happen. B'Elanna casually eased the sash between her
legs, flossing her crotch until the sash was visibly damp with her
wetness. Back and forth... back and forth... working it deeper and
deeper... B'Elanna cried softly, the sheer fabric rubbing against her
sensitive clit.  Back and forth... back and forth... getting closer
and closer, wetter  and wetter... B'Elanna slowly turned around,
throwing a glance over her shoulder so she could watch Kathryn
watching as the sash  disappeared in the cleft of her buttocks.

Kathryn writhed in her seat. It was madness... absolute torture. She
could feel the pressure mounting up inside her, heavy against her
mons... making her light headed, dizzy with passion. Each moment she
was denied release pushed her closer and closer to the breaking
point. Nervous hands strayed dangerously close to her crotch, shaking
visibly as she longed to touch herself... longed to have B'Elanna
touch her.


B'Elanna caught sight of her and flashed an admonishing glance in her
direction. Stopping the previous activities, B'Elanna moved closer...
closer... then behind her, dragging the sash across her face. Kathryn
inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent aroma she so longed to taste on
her lips. The familiar scent made her nostrils flare with arousal,
stoking the passion that had already been enflamed within her. Her
entire body cried out with longing... needing so desperately to feel
B'Elanna's naked flesh against her own. So overwhelmed with need,
Kathryn didn't even suspect that B'Elanna intended to use the sash as
a blindfold until the darkness enveloped her.

Kathryn tensed for the briefest of moments before some inner voice
told her what was happening. She sighed, muscles relaxing, the feel
of the wet fabric making her dizzy... the smell intoxicating.. the
darkness oddly comforting. B'Elanna pulled the sash tight around her
eyes, not allowing what little light there was to seep inside.
Kathryn gave a hitched breath, squinting against the darkness until
she was accustomed to the sensation. Hands grasped hers, pulling her
to her feet. Kathryn complied without hesitation, letting B'Elanna
lead her -presumably- to the bedroom. She counted the steps... one
after the other... though B'Elanna could be leading her in circles
for all she knew.

It didn't matter. Her trust in B'Elanna Torres was unconditional.

B'Elanna tugged her hands gently and Kathryn knew she meant for her
to stop, which she did. In the darkness, Kathryn was keenly ware of
her labored breathing; the sound filled her ears, heavy and ominous...
as if it belonged to someone else, someone leaning over her shoulder
to whisper in her ear. It was frightening and exhilarating all at the
same time.

Kathryn felt B'Elanna near... moving behind her. She felt and heard
B'Elanna unzipping her uniform jacket. Kathryn struggled for calm as
B'Elanna undressed her, first removing her jacket, then lifting her
tank top over her head... carefully, ever so carefully,  ensuring
that the blindfold stayed in place. Her bra was lost in short order.
B'Elanna urged her down and back with a insistent but loving hand.
Kathryn felt the firm edge of the mattress behind her knees and sat,
feeling her legs being lifted as B'Elanna removed her socks... then
her trousers, then... at long last... her panties.

B'Elanna pushed her to lie flat on the mattress and Kathryn gave
herself willingly, letting B'Elanna love her. Ensconced in darkness,
Kathryn could feel her senses heightened. Touch... smell...
hearing...  everything seemed amplified, though whether it was some
biological wonder or a figment of her imagination was unclear. It
hardly  mattered; the effect was no less potent.

A wisp of cool air breezed against her sex, making her shudder with
pleasure. Kathryn spread her legs wide in response, all but begging
for more. She sensed B'Elanna standing next to the bed, could feel
her heat... smell her musk... Gods! It was making her crazy! Her
entire being cried out to be touched! Loved! Caressed!

When B'Elanna dragged the tip of a nimble finger down her chest,
Kathryn cried out... arching her back in response to the jolt that
shot through her body. It was the most amazing sensation she had ever
known. So soft. So delicate. And yet she could feel it all over! It
made her toes curl upwards in protest!

B'Elanna circled her breasts in a lazy figure eight before sliding a
finger down her cleavage. Kathryn moaned deep in her throat. Her skin
was on fire, tingling all over.

Down... down...

B'Elanna's finger roamed her body, zigzagging across her midriff...
past her waist... across her inner thigh... barely touching, drawing
teeny tiny circles against her skin with just the tip of her finger.

Down... down...

Kathryn giggled like a small child when B'Elanna tickled her foot,
her very grown-up body jerking uncontrollably to this latest treat.
It was wonderful! She thought she heard B'Elanna laugh too... a
Klingon laugh, part growl... thick with arousal... low, deep in the
throat. The sound was familiar...and it made Kathryn shudder once
again.

The feeling stopped.

Kathryn caught a ragged breath, found herself gasping. A rustle of
movement nearby... B'Elanna wasn't gone, Kathryn could still feel her
presence... close by... so very close by.

Something light and delicate graced her skin, tickling her even more,
and it took Kathryn a moment to place it... and when she did, a smile
played across her lips. A feather. It was a feather, soft and gentle,
the tiny little tendrils teasing her inner thigh. B'Elanna ran the
feather up the inside of one leg and down the other, then repeated
the movements... slowly, always moving slowly, dragging it back and
forth... back and forth... up and down... up and down. The feather
brushed against her sex and Kathryn whimpered pitifully, needing so
much to be touched down there. B'Elanna raked the feather across her
mound, teasing her... *torturing* her. How could she be so cruel!

B'Elanna retraced the path her finger had taken, using the feather
now... trailing up Kathryn's midriff, teasing her straining nipples.
The feelings was glorious and Kathryn wanted it to last forever. Back
and forth against her nipples, one then the other, teasing her
playfully. B'Elanna was meticulous... Kathryn insatiable, the passion
between them burning out of control.

B'Elanna pulled away again and Kathryn held her breath, feeling beads
of sweat trickling down her face. She was aware of heavy breathing...
her own, certainly, and B'Elanna's.. near... very near... so close
that Kathryn could feel the warmth of her breath, could smell the
fruity bouquet of wine still on her lips. When those lips at long
last pressed against her bare skin -upon her chest, at the point
where her cleavage began- Kathryn gasped sharply, drawing a lungful
of air between pursed lips. Heat... intense, crackling heat surged
through her body causing her to moan loudly. Her insides went liquid,
her body quaking with desire as a swirling tongue snaked its way
between her breasts.

In an instant, Kathryn was aware of B'Elanna's weight on top of her,
naked flesh against naked flesh, wetness touching wetness, lips
finding lips... mouths devouring each other hungrily. Kathryn
reached for her delectable Klingon lover, sliding eager hands down
B'Elanna's muscular back, finding her buttocks and squeezing them.
B'Elanna moaned between passionate kisses, a sound that deepened when
Kathryn ran the tips of her fingers up and down the cleft of those
same buttocks she had groped for in the artificial darkness. B'Elanna
snaked her way down Kathryn's sweaty body, kissing... always kissing,
leaving a trail of fire and Klingon spittle in her wake. Kathryn
mewed with desire, wordlessly begging for more. Every touch of those
soft lips against her bare skin made her sigh in pleasure and she
never wanted the madness to end. B'Elanna kissed and nibbled a
languid trail down her front side, licking her throat... tasting her
shoulder...  moving down... slowly moving down... always on the move
down...

B'Elanna found a breast and devoured it, her darting tongue teasing
the already stiffened nipple. Kathryn arched her back to push more of
herself into B'Elanna's mouth, groaning in near anguish so great was
her need. B'Elanna gobbled her up, eager mouth taking in as much as
it could. She moved slowly from one breast to the other, slobbering
all over them, making sure that whichever one wasn't being sucked on
saw an intense fondling from capable Klingon hands. Kathryn gasped
and sighed with every touch, her own hands tracing the outlines of
the flexing muscles down B'Elanna's back and shoulders. Lost in
darkness, Kathryn pictured the beauty of that naked body in her
mind's eyes...  the subtle grace of their lines, the way those muscles
rippled...

Kathryn cried out sharply, a mixture of pain and pleasure as B'Elanna
nibbled and sucked her nipples... nipples so hard it almost hurt.
B'Elanna clearly had no intention of showing even the least bit of
leniency, ravishing her breasts with a voracious hunger. Kathryn gave
herself to the wicked treatment... loving every blessed minute of it.
Her loins ached with the need for release, her body trembling with
pent-up energy. And still B'Elanna continued to suckle her breasts,
lapping at her teats like a newborn. Kathryn rolled her head back
against the pillow, her head swimming in the delight that was
B'Elanna Torres. She was wonderful... wonderful! Kathryn was in love
with everything about her, and she wanted B'Elanna so badly... so
very, very badly.

So lost in the wanting was Kathryn that when B'Elanna began kissing
her tummy, determinedly moving downward, Kathryn was only dimly aware
of it at first... then came the startling realization and her legs
turned to rubber, her voice cracking as lips moved closer... ever
closer... to the searing heat between her legs. Kathryn gasped for
air, stealing a quick breath and holding it.

Closer... closer...

B'Elanna's lips mover oh so close... along her waist, across her
inner thigh...

Closer... closer...

Kathryn bucked violently the moment B'Elanna entered her, crying
out... not a word... nothing intelligible... just a wail of agony.
B'Elanna swirled that agile tongue past the puffy red folds of her
sex, the netherlips swollen with desire. B'Elanna licked up and down
the length of her slit, kissing and nibbling everything she found
there. Kathryn found herself rising off the bed, and it was only
B'Elanna's determination that kept her in place... that, and strong
hands ensuring that her throbbing clitoris remained within reach of a
hungry Klingon mouth. The ravishment was thorough, prolonged yet
incessant. Kathryn squealed helplessly as B'Elanna lapped hungrily...
wildly... *ferociously*... at the folds of her sex. B'Elanna grunted
with effort, the air tinged with the sound of that adorable face
slapping against the wetness of Kathryn's sex. Kathryn lifted her
hips to meet ever jab of that agile tongue, thrusting herself forward
until she was sure B'Elanna was smothered in love juice. The
Klingon's only response was to push her face even deeper, the ridges
of her forehead teasing Kathryn's clit in the most delicious way.
Kathryn reached down to rake her fingers through B'Elanna's silky
black hair, grasping on for dear life as B'Elanna continued her
assault without mercy.

Time lost all meaning for Kathryn Janeway. She was sure of nothing...
nothing but the pleasure B'Elanna was giving her. Words escaped her
lips... though she couldn't swear to anything she said. Sounds of
passion... cries and whoops, whimpers and sighs... all  passed her
lips more times than she could remember. The surge began  slowly... a
small spark, ignited deep with her soul, fanning  outward... growing,
slowly growing... the flames engulfing her, making her insides
flutter. Her body tensed then began to shake...  trembling gently,
then more violently... the heat so intense..  burning...  searing...
unbearable... Gods, so unbearable. Intense white light invaded the
darkness... a blinding flash existing only in her mind, and Kathryn
somehow knew that the howling scream that pierced her ears came from
her own lips just as surely as she knew that B'Elanna had seized her
engorged clit between her lips and was sucking on it. Kathryn
shrieked from the depths of her soul. The pleasure ripped  through her
body, a pleasure so pronounced that it left her mumbling  incoherently
in its wake, body shaking... mind reeling... skin  tingling... heart
pounding... wave after wave of pleasure washed over her until she
sagged back against the mattress with a final gasp of astonishment.

Hands touched her face, lifting the blindfold from her eyes. Kathryn
squinted against the brightness -real, not imagined- and found
herself staring at the most beautiful face in the universe. B'Elanna
smiled back at her, bending down to kiss her once again. Kathryn
savored the intoxicating blend of herself and wine and natural
Klingon sweetness, her questing tongue easing across B'Elanna's lips
even as her body continued to tremble with the last stirrings of
orgasm. She took B'Elanna into her arms, holding her close, loving
the feel of B'Elanna's head pillowed against her shoulder. Kathryn
held her that way for the longest time, stroking and caressing her,
hands cupping her damp mound until B'Elanna was purring like a kitten
in her arms.

"How is it, " Kathryn murmured, one hand stroking B'Elanna's cheek
the other stroking B'Elanna's sex, "that you always seem to know what
I want... and when I want it? Sometimes even before I know."

B'Elanna shrugged her slim shoulders, moaning softly under Kathryn's
gentle ministrations. "Maybe true love empowers you with some kind of
clairvoyance."

"You think so?" Kathryn asked.

"Maybe, " B'Elanna sighed. "Oh... Kathryn... do you know what I
want?"

"Mmm-hmm, " Kathryn smiled. She rolled B'Elanna onto her back,
gathering up her wrists in one hand and lifting them over her head.
Kathryn took the sash that had been a blindfold and secured
B'Elanna's wrists, tying them to the headboard. B'Elanna's eyes
flared with arousal and Kathryn laughed.

"Yes?" Kathryn asked.

B'Elanna nodded. "Oh... yes... You must have read my mind."

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The End